"
"Well," I argued, "there might be worse things than that."
"That's right," he agreed. "But I don't believe that such a
puritanical atmosphere is--er--just the place to bring up a young
woman like Violet Winslow."
I said nothing. It did not seem to me that Mrs. de Lancey had
succeeded in killing the natural human impulses in Violet, though
perhaps the girl was not as well versed in some of the ways of the
world as others of her set. Still, I felt that her own natural
common sense would protect her, even though she had been kept from
a knowledge of much that in others of her set was part of their
"education."
My friend's telephone had been tinkling constantly during the
conversation and I saw that as the time advanced he was getting
more and more busy. I thanked Davenport and excused myself.
At least I had learned something about those who were concerned in
the case. As I rode uptown I could not help thinking of Violet
Winslow and her apparently intuitive fear concerning Warrington.
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